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“Practice in for what?”

“For when I carry you into our matrimonial bedroom,” he said.

“Really, Beau?”

“What? You don’t think that’s romantic?”

I laughed as he put me on the bed and then sat down next to me.

“How’s your ankle?”

“It’s okay,” I said and moved it slightly and then winced. “Okay, it’s aching a little bit.”

“I’m going to get you an ice pack and some ibuprofen and water.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do have to do that,” he said as he jumped up. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I looked around his bedroom as he left. It was a typical masculine bedroom. He had pictures of Ferraris and horses on the wall. I wondered if the posters were from when he was a child. There was a cowboy hat sitting on a chair and a bunch of jeans on the floor. So at least he wasn’t a neat freak.

He was back almost immediately. “I’m going to wrap this around your ankle. It’s going to be cold.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do it now, do you?”

“Yeah, and I’m going to put a pillow under it as well. We should keep it elevated.”

“But how are we going to make love if my ankle is wrapped in ice and my leg is resting on a pillow?”

“Don’t you worry about that, Olivia,” he assured me. “I’ve got my ways.”

“You are a dirty man, aren’t you?”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He winked at me and handed me a bottle of water and two ibuprofens. “Now, take these. It will help with the pain.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “I really don’t want you to be lying there in pain if you don’t have to.”

“Maybe I’ll take one,” I said. I opened the bottle of water, chugged a little, and then swallowed the pill. I placed the other pill on the side table next to the bed. “You’re a good nurse.”

“Nurse?” he said. “Don’t you mean doctor?”

“Sorry, Beau. You’re a good doctor.”

“I pride myself on being gentlemanly, especially to the woman I love.”

“I love you, too.” I stared at him, happy to say the words and almost unbelieving. I couldn’t believe I was that much of a cliché to fall in love with someone so quickly. When Lucy had told me she was falling for Austin, I’d rolled my eyes. How often do you fall in love with someone and decide to marry them and move thousands of miles away? But here I was, just a few months later, falling in love with her fiancé’s brother.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed suddenly.

Beau looked at me in concern. “What is it? Is it really hurting?”

“No, I just realized something.”

“What did you realize?”

“When Lucy marries Austin and we get married, it means Lucy and I will be sisters. We’ll be real sisters. We’ve always been best friends and we’ve felt like we were sisters, but this will be real. It’s amazing. I just can’t believe it.”

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